Chapter 10

This was much different from last time. Because now, there was no alcohol. Not even the tiniest bit to ease Harry's worries. To smooth over the rough edges. There was nothing. Well… that's not quite true. There were a few new additions.

One example being the bed. In their drunken stupor last time, they hadn't thought to transfigure anything into a bed. But Draco knew exactly how to do it. It made Harry question just how many sexual excursions the blond had taken part in. But still the bed was a welcome addition to the mix.

The thing Harry wished he didn't have right now was his shame. He wished he felt as free as he had last time. But now, his cheeks were burning red as he bent over for Draco. This time, Draco's hands were ten times more precise. There was no mindless groping as there had been. Because he was sober, Harry assumed, he could actually concentrate on some sort of technique and not rely on simple wild lust. Not the tiniest effort was made in vain. Every single movement of the man behind him was for pleasure; either Harry's or his own.

"Harry, just relax alright." He heard Draco's low voice.

And that was different. It was somehow a thousand times more personal when Draco said his first name. A thousand times more arousing…

Draco had already inserted one finger but he'd had to pull it out again. Harry was tight and nervous and near shouted at Draco give him a moment to catch his breath. As soon as Harry had felt the appendage inside him, he was strangely fearful. Not that Draco would hurt him. No, Draco was very gentle… But he had been filled with a nervousness beyond words. He was nervous because he knew Draco was really seeing all of him, feeling all of him. And he wanted Draco to like him, but he was nervous to give himself up. To let go and let someone else inside of him; both figuratively and literally.

Draco kissed the back of Harry's neck again the same way he had last time. He must have caught on that it was a weak spot for Harry. A few more simple soft spoken words and strategically placed kisses and Harry knew he was turning to dough in Draco's hands. He wondered at Draco's amazing manipulative skills…

"Ah… that's it Harry, relax." The gentle whisper in his ear assured. And Harry's body was obeying.

Draco kissed all the way down Harry's spine and they were both letting out small pleasure sounds. Harry had never experienced anything more amazing than Draco's lips. They continued down the cleft of his arse and Harry felt fingers dig into his soft flesh and spread him wide. Harry was nervous, afraid at just how much of himself Draco was getting a good look at.

He heard Draco give a muted groan and he was surprised to feel heaving breath caressing the sensitive skin around his entrance. He could even feel the rim of his hole pulsing and waiting for more. Harry listened to Draco's labored breath for what seemed like an eternity before he finally heard words.

"Oh fuck it." Draco muttered and the next thing Harry felt was lips against his entrance.

He cried out in shocked pleasure and complete disgust, "That is so sick! And feels… so goooood."

Draco backed away with a breathless chuckle, "It is sick," he assented, "But god damn it if your cute little hole didn't just beg me to do that."

Draco was tentative as he leaned in to try it again. Harry was surprised at just how good it felt. He was drowning in the hot flames that lapped at his skin. Draco's lips were soft but invading, gentle but commanding. If that makes any sense at all. And then his tongue… Harry gave another yelp as the point of Draco's tongue circled his hole a few times. And then he groaned low and long as he used the flat of his tongue to lick the sensitive skin fully. God there was so much about sex that Harry hadn't guessed could feel anywhere near as good as porn stars made it look.

But it did.

There was no teasing; there wasn't enough time for that. Nor did they have the will to toy with each other. This was all about gratification. And so Harry didn't have to wait long to feel the press of Draco's tongue inside his body and he moaned loudly praying to the gods that the silencing charms held up.

He felt fingers reaching up to tease his balls and then slowly wrap around his cock. Draco's tugged in slow masterful strokes that made Harry's muscles begin to quiver. He felt as though he was turning to a liquid and he wondered how much longer he could stay up on his hands and knees like this. Draco's mouth pulled away and Harry winced at the squelching sound. It was still just a tiny bit gross.

Draco inserted his finger again and Harry felt the panic build up but he held it firmly down. As the second finger pushed in, strangely, Harry relaxed more. There was a burning stretch that felt oddly right. He liked it. He was positive Draco wouldn't hurt him. And even more positive that Draco liked him and wanted him.

"Maybe we should do it from the front. You seem wobbly." Draco said as he pulled away and turned Harry over.

When they saw each other's face's they both flushed and looked away, unused to the intimacy of looking at another's face while having sex. In the past it was only bodies, but now they were face to face, unable to deny who they were with. Draco lay on top of Harry, spreading his legs and settling his hips between them. Draco reached down to position himself and delicious shockwaves of pleasure shot up Harry's spine as Draco's knuckles lightly grazed the underside of his throbbing length. And suddenly Harry couldn't be nervous if he tried. There simply wasn't enough room for any nervous thoughts in his lust filled mind.

Draco tried his best to position himself but the awkward angle did little to help him see. In the end, it took a few blind jabs and some repositioning before Harry felt the wide head of Draco's warm cock pressing inside him. He felt a moan begin to pour like a liquid from his throat. He closed his mouth to keep it inside but still he knew his whimpers were audible.

And oh the feeling! Harry's body still wasn't accustomed to this sort of act, but the feeling was certainly familiar. How many times had Harry dreamed of having this again? And now it was his once more. Now he was living out his dreams. And that was the best sort of satisfaction he could get.

He glanced up at Draco as the next few thrusts were made. Draco's face was pinched tight at first, most likely in concentration. There was something kind of cute about it. And as the intrusion finally slipped deep inside him Harry saw Draco's face relax. They both groaned at the feeling of being connected again. There really was nothing like this, Harry had to admit.

Harry wrapped his arms around the man above him, occasionally scratching his skin or tugging at his hair. He liked the bit of control he had. But he wanted more! He was rocking his hips trying desperately to get Draco to see his urgency, to feel his needs. Thankfully, though he didn't acknowledge it was because of Harry's non-verbal begging, Draco sped up pushing into Harry's body with unfettered raw lust.

At that point, Harry began to lose coherent thought. It was only feelings, and actions, and wants, and needs. Everything became a blur; all moonlight and skin tones. And… heat.

"Faster… faster…." Harry heard the muttering and was surprised to realize it was coming from him.

Draco's hips were ramming forward now. Pushing Harry's body to places he hadn't imagined could exist. To be taken. To be stretched and made to take something his body wouldn't otherwise accommodate. And Draco felt so big. Pushing deeper and deeper until Harry was sure he had to be fucking his intestines or something of the like. It was too much. Too deep. Too…. Good.

Harry watched as different emotions rippled over Draco's face. It was more than interesting, it was exciting. To see the effect he had on another. And damn those pink lips, parted and wet as Draco gasped for air and moaned quietly after any particularly deep thrust. Harry stared at those lips and licked his own imagining what it might be like to kiss… to taste… and wanting it more than he knew he should.

Draco very suddenly pushed against Harry's prostate and the scorching prickles of pleasure barreled though his body turning him into a shivering mess. More than anything Harry could suddenly feel the burn of his needy cock. He'd never before thought of his body as greedy but he could now see it was true. He was trying to take as much of Draco as he could and even just that filled him with indescribable ecstasy. But he couldn't help but reach down to grasp at his leaking cock and tug firmly.

At first he busied himself watching his own clear sticky fluid as it dripped against his lower stomach. But as Draco's moans grew in volume and frequency he glanced up at his face again. His cheeks were a pale pink color and his eyes were mostly screwed shut. But he glanced up and they looked straight at each other.

They both flushed a little and looked away; unable to handle the awkward intimacy they found in looking at each other while committing this act.

Draco ground his hips in, circling them carefully so that his thick length unmercifully rubbed Harry's tender inner walls.

"Fuck…." Draco bit out and his hands dug harder and harder into Harry's hips.

The few times Draco's hand had strayed from their position on Harry's hips, they'd almost immediately returned. As though Draco were afraid to touch him… But Harry couldn't ponder too much on that.

It was coming… He felt the hollow burn in his low stomach and he knew…

Harry wasn't sure if he said any distinct words as he came, it was a more a garbled mess of syllables. His orgasm had hit him full force knocking him into an entirely different realm. But then it was over…

He slumped back only now aware of how far he'd arched his back. Draco pulled out quickly and rolled off of him. They lay next to each other, breathing heavily and staring up at the rafters. Neither of them knew what to say. It had all been pretty quick anyway. And Harry knew the tension was mostly because they weren't sure exactly how they felt about each other anymore.

There was an undeniable intimacy between them no matter how hard they tried to make it seem otherwise. Even while actively trying not to kiss or touch each other, still there was just…. Something.

Or at least, that's how it seemed from Harry's end. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe Draco was just tired. After all he had been doing most of the work…

"So then…" Draco finally whispered, "That was rather brief, yeah?"

Harry groaned as he stretched, "Not my fault you can't hold your load." He teased.

Draco punched his arm half heartedly, "Oh, shut it." He chuckled before he sat up and stretched his shoulders, "Come on then, up you get."

Harry groaned again and turned away, "How the hell are you always so energetic after this?"

"It's a skill. Now seriously get up, I used my robes to make this bed and I'm not just gonna sit here naked."

Harry stood and winced as his feet made contact with the cold stones. He grabbed his wand from where it'd been abandoned on the floor muttering a cleaning charm at the sticky mess on his chest and stomach. He felt the static whisper of magic in the air as what was only moments ago a large bed turned back into a pile of school robes.

Harry watched only half heartedly as Draco cast a few cleaning charms and slowly began to get dressed. His mind wasn't whirling like it usually was, tonight, it was oddly blank. He had the strange sense that everything was in alignment. That he was exactly where he should be. He liked the feeling but he had to admit there was an emptiness that accompanied it. That was something he didn't enjoy at all. As though even though he was in the right place, doing the right things, he was still forgetting something. And he just couldn't remember what it was.

He sighed and turned to see that Draco was now fully dressed and staring at him. There were hardly any words spoken as they left the room together, Harry holding the door for Draco this time. But the feeling that radiated between them was assurance enough. Everything was okay again. Harry could only hope it stayed that way.